We've even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.
-Cupid's Chokehold
----

Aaaand nope, I'm perfectly straight, t'ankyew.
I just happen to think that quote's cute, s'all.

Anyway, so YAY!
I got up t'day at 5.59 am.
By myself! Like, without, like an alarm clock and the works, yo.

Training was neat. :] T'day we got acquainted with the K2s; and spent the rest of the training warming up to the whole K2 scene yeah. A big fat thankyouuuu to supersenior Joy. You saved my sorry ass from certain doom and capsizedness more than once.
Not that, like, I wasn't wet already or anything, 'cuz I was. I capped, like, twice before I could get into the K2?
...I know, embarrassing major.

Also- Maxy and I saw Julia heading off for her Xcountry training. And then for the first time ever, I kinduv realized that I was wearing NJ attire. Well, duh. I had been wearing it all that time, I know- but suddenly I just realized realized that I was never gunna be wearing the blueonwhite MG attire again. [nostalgia!] ...Nay, instead, I shall be garbed in the ahdorably High School Musicalesque [cue for graphic Avveh retching noises] NJ PE attire.

Which, I suppose, shan't be that bad.

...Unfortunately, I can't say the same about the NJ uniform.
'Cuz I still look like a friggin' oversized dormouse in the uniform, dammit.

Pshhhtttt.
How'm I gunna survive in my NJ uniform? Seriously, I don't get how most people can wear it and still look so good. It's freakishly annoying.
When I start school, people're gunna be all, like, "Emg; there's an obese genetically mutated rodent roaming our hallowed hallways!!"
And then: "...Oh. It's only Cara."

How incredibly uplifting yeah?

...Meh.

...Annnnyway, so yeah. I'm so zonked now, seriously. And I have absolutely nothing to do. Aaand I'm teed off 'cuz my Mac doesn't let me tag Tiff's blog, plus I can't find ze elusive Gero's blog. :T
Elusive Gero, give me your bloglink kthzxloveyoutoobabe! :]

Omggggggg. Ohyeahohyeah. Apparently, [a little bird told me] a certain guy [in Singapore] has been going around telling people that I'm his ex.
...o_O
Like, HELLO, please?!
And yeah, I know I'd make an awfully awesome [keyword being awwwwesome] ex, and yeah, I know guys like to have their boasting rights and all that jazz.
But could you just, like, leave my name out of it?

Like, I dunno. While you're at it, why not say you dated Heidi Klum, too?
At least she has a good figure. 'Cuz, like, dude. You so do NOT want to see me in a twopiece yeah!

...Speaking of which. I just had an awesome little carbfest- a mango and a slice of toast with jam.
Grah, I don't think ketosis is working for me. Really. Dr Atkins and Co would be so ashamed.
Aah, ketosis schetosis. I'm supposed to love myself just as I am, right?
I've been reading this book that constantly raves about "oh, you're young! Treasure your metabolism while you can!" ; and I'm all, like, "...What metabolism?"

Huh.

So yeah, that pretty much sums up my rantings for the day. Aaaand I'm off to
1) tag more blogs
2) mope about not being able to tag Tiff's blog
3) Bloggersearch to see if I can somehow track down Gero's blog
4) do whatever the heck else I feel like doing!

XOXOXOXO!

[/EDIT]
...New song to annoy the stuffing out of y'all.
This one's slightly easier on the ears, though. Very backgroundmusicesque.

Oh, and no birds in ears and devils on shoulders, either.

See?
Nice music. <3